Excuse me awhile while I sniff and sob my head off. A lot of things happened these days and I am very very emotional at the moment, so please pardon my upcoming profanities and thoughts provoking words in the next few paragraph.
Damn, my back carseat is all bloody, and it scares the shit out of me. And I don’t exactly know how to get rid of the bloody stains. Why my carseat is bloody? Oh, no, don’t get me wrong I did not get an abortion or something. A colleague of mine came over to my place to ask me about something this morning, and she suddenly black out and fainted. What’s worst, blood was coming out profusely from her private parts. I was aghast! Completely aghast at the situation. I had known that she was pregnant, as she was boasting it to me happily a couple of weeks ago over lunch with her. She had told me how she took the home pregnancy test and looking forward to the first ultrasound with her husband soon.
Terror hit me when I saw the blood pooling around. My first thought was ” Shit, the baby! Oh god, the baby.” My next action was to scream my head off for the males in my office for help, and unfortunately for us at the moment, my boss was the only male available at the moment and he was a fucking squeamish scardy cat! The girls in my office started to scream as well, and by the looks of it, I was the only one with first aid experience. Damn, why the hell women these days only knows how to bitch about fashion and shopping? I kept asking them to help and they did nothing but stare.
My boss came to see what the commotion was all about and turn blue at the sight. I practically had to yell at my boss and order him (literally) to help carry her to his car so that we can send her to the nearest clinic, as I figured, my colleague could not wait for an ambulance, and I truly believe that I would endangered her life if we were to delay. Besides, the nearest neo-natal clinic is just 10 minutes away.
And so we did. My boss pick her up while I grabbed her handbag and handphone and we rushed down to his car. But when we finally arrived at my boss’s car, some son of a bitch’s car parked his car behind his car and we couldn’t possibly take his car to send my colleague to the clinic. My boss was completely a wreck, and I had to make a quick thinking and told him just to take my car instead. My damned Kancil would have to do to send her to the nearest antenatal clinic. Well, I told him to drive, if you people must know, because I was too busy bitching and cursing the mother fucker who parked his car behind my boss’s car.
We arrived at the antenatal clinic about 15 minutes later and let the doctor take care of her. I took her phone and contacted her husband and told him what happened, and to my irritation, my boss was practically pacing around as we were waiting for the doctor to come out.
After about 30 minutes or so, the doctor in charge of my colleague came out of the labor room and told us that she had a miscarriage. And they had to performed a complete suction to clean up her womb or she’ll continue to bleed and get horrible infections in her womb, and it’ll take her about 15-30minutes more to snap out of the influence of the drug they used on her during the procedure to remove the dead foetus.
I almost cried out of symphaty for her. While I was tending to my own emotion at the news, my boss asked if we could go and visit her, and the doctor gave us his approval and led us upstairs to where they had wheeled her to.
It shocked me to no end to see that the ward was crowded with young Malay, Indian and Chinese girls. My boss was the blurred at the sight of it, and looked at me questioningly.
“Eh, why are there so many kids here?” he asked, probably completely clueless. I couldn’t help but smirk in disgust before answering him.
“What do you think, boss? Do you see any babies in the nursery?” I asked.
“These bitches are probably here for an abortion. What else could it be, duh?” I said almost rudely and quite loudly, obviously pissed at the fact that while my collegue had truly been looking forward to her baby, these bitches can’t wait to kill theirs!
I was in fury, and I think I had somehow scares my boss off, as he’s usually quite a chatterboxer. Must be he saw the horrible part of me, and decided to shut up instead of disturbing a ‘PMSing’ woman beside him.
Frankly speaking, I had not expect that the clinic to be crowded with bitches who can’t wait to kill their own babies. Well, at least not during weekdays. I had known that these kind of neo-natal clinics does perfom abortion at times, especially during weekends. I had known this not because I had one, but because being a pro-life person, I had chosen the topic “Unwanted pregnancies and abortion among teenagers” during my second year in college as my Public Speaking assignment. And I did extensive research on it, and went as far as to ‘interview’ some slut of a classmate on ‘how is it like’ and ‘where to abort’ and even ‘how much does it cost’.
I sat down and looked around as I cursed yet again. I was doing abit math. 5 Malay girls, 2 Chinese and an Indian girl. Most look around just my age. Then I did a more advance math 8xRM700=RM5600. Fuck. The doctors here earned RM5600 today just by dirtying their hands sucking foetus out of these bitches womb! What a bastard. Man, maths was never my favourite subject, and being able to count this kind of thing is really disturbing.
I concentrated abit harder, and heard muffling sound of these bitches talking to each other and their boyfriends. These are part of the things I heard.
“I takutlah, Yang,” the girl said, sobbing a little bit.
“Tak pe, tak yah takutlah. Sakit sikit je. Sekejap je doktor tu buat.” some bastard behind the privacy of my collegue’s curtain said.
“Tapi, Yang, you tak kesian kat baby ni ke? I takutlah, sakit. Nanti I takleh dapat baby lagi camne?” she asked.
“You jangan risaulah. Kite muda lagi. Nanti bila kite dah keje, dah kawin, baru kite pikir, lagipun, kite dah bayar, kalau you tak buat sekarang, nanti lagi susah. Bapak you mesti halau you punye!” the son of a bitch reasoned. The voices faded as a nurse came and instructed her to walk to the surgery room.
It had taken me some will to hold my tongue from lashing some cursing at these two people. What the hell!They dare to have sex, and yet they are not willing to be responsible of their action. Why can’t these two people just get married or something? Why must they result to killing their own flesh and blood?
While I was busy with my thoughts, my colleague’s husband arrived, and was told of the news about his wife having a miscarriage. The man had cried, truly heartbroken with the news, as it was their first baby. My boss did the most rational thing he could do. He went to my colleague’shusband and comfort him, telling him to be strong for her sake.
I found myself in tears as I saw my colleague stirring and started to come around. My boss look at them, and went downstairs to request her to be transferred to a private room, as he deem that the ward was truly unsuitable for her, and personally, I agreed with him. Why should my colleague stay in the same room as those bitches who doesn’t want their babies when she probably want to cry in grief and mourn for hers. If she stay in the same ward as those bitches and heard their conversation, it’ll be a great emotional blow to her.
The nurses transferred her to a private room as my boss and I stood outside of the door, giving the couple the much needed privacy. While we were standing outside, I heard her cry. And her husband tried as hard as he could to comfort her, as he too grieve over the loss of their baby. I shamelessly cried too. Truly saddened by the fact that she had just lost her baby, and she don’t even have a say in it while the bitches who were there that day is there to kill their babies. My colleague had no choice but to sadly say goodbye to hers. But those bitches could keep theirs if they have a heart.
In this modern society, it has become a common practice for unmarried couple to abort their babies in unwanted pregnancy if they think they are not ready to have a baby or not responsible enough to have and raise children. To me,the expulsion of the foetus from the womb intentionally is a sheer coldblood murder, and by sharing this story with all of you, I hope none of you would result to abortion, no matter what.
After an abortion, many were imprisoned with guilty conscience, especially the woman who had one. And many will try to find ways to amend their mistakes by making offerings to the soul of the baby. But, what good can it make? They had mindlessly killed their unborn child, and nothing they did after that could justify their actions nor could they bring back the baby to life.
Abortion is a sheer murder. I don’t believe in illegal abortion, unless abortion (MTOP) is perfomed legally and strictly in medical terms to save the mother’s life.
And for you pro-choice and irresponsible bastards and bitches out there,please, please, practice safe sex if you decided to have pre-marital/extra-marital sexual intercourse anyway. I can’t stop horny people who wanted to have sex, but I’ll be damned if I don’t remind people to practice safe sex to avoid another life being killed.
Cleffairy: I really do hope my colleague and her husband will eventually heal and survive this, and try to have another baby in the future. It’s so sad to see that while there are countless couples out there who desperately wants children and goes great length to have one, there are people cruel enough to kill their own child.